Joey, You did it! You graduated from high school-- and while that may feel like not much, it's pretty damn cool. I'll be honest, I always knew you'd graduate from high school. I had no doubt about that! But I never knew if college was something you'd consider. But not only are you going to… Continue reading Discovering the New World
Maybe I'll go away Maybe if my form dissipates Maybe if you’d kept to yourself I’d be okay But I will grow And my petals will curl Around the holes Left in my leaves Around the spaces of conversation Left empty because I couldn’t tell If you were listening Around every spot… Continue reading Mundane
Madeline Whittier is allergic to the outside world. So allergic, in fact, that she has never left the house in all of her seventeen years. When a new family moves in next door, she begins a complicated romance that challenges everything she's ever known. The story unfolds via vignettes, diary entries, texts, charts, lists, illustrations and more.
Aza is trying. She is trying to be a good daughter, a good student, and maybe even a good detective, while also living within the ever-tightening spiral of her own thoughts.
everything hurts. starting in my cells that do not belong to you. in my stomach where my atoms restlessly jitter. ricocheting cluttered together stardust and stomach acid from atoms to pores that my tears collect in and my skins screams my skin screams everything
The journey comes to an end. I have finally finished the 5th Wave trilogy and I have to say that it was not an ending I was expecting, and I'm unsure I'm happy with how the 3rd and final book of this series went.
I blink. Hard. Over and over and each close brings my mind further and further into a strange place between movement and stillness. It gets harder to re-open my eyes each time. I look at you, hunched and focused next to me and I admire every form and every twitch of your eyebrows. The curve… Continue reading Sleep Paralysis
This is an excerpt from a story I wrote many, many, MANY years ago. I thought it'd be fun to take a look at my writing style and see how it's changed (boy, was I overdramatic and cringy before!). It was still fun to read. This was written in 2011!
I deal a lot with anxiety and moments of intense anxiety sometimes leave me wondering what even happened in that second. It's a strange feeling and I couldn't describe it in prose so here's another way.
A wild job interview appears!